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A battling performance we showed once again !
After the Wanderers unluckily were reduced to ten men !
We had the brilliance of Bergson and Fish at the back !
To the elegance of Gudjohnson alone in attack !
All of them hero`s they all played their part !
As they took the game to Charlton right from the start !
The inspirational Claus in the centre midfield !
Regularly got through the Charlton defence shield !
But the dismissal of Holden could have cost us the game !
And from that stupid moment we were never the same !
We still created chances and Gardner nearly made it two !
But he put the shot wide as he tried to break through !
And now were in the semi`s and Villa we shall play !
Lets hope our fans turn out in force and make it worth their day !

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Wrote after the quarter final game against Charlton 2000 bolton produced one of their best displays to beat them despite having young Holden sent off and book a place in the Semi final at Wembley against Aston Villa.

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It captures the essence of non-league football, and the travel involved to and from matches.

“Gathering on a Thames island for a sing-song”: possibly Eel Pie Island back in the 60s or 70s, a local venue that I never went to, but watched recently on a documentary.

I’ll count myself as one of these few Met fans!

I played on saturdays (SAL), but pre or post our season, I’d be supporting the Blues / football.

Given my ‘manor’, I’d be at either:

Stamford Bridge, or

Brentford, or

Imber Court, or

the Beveree (for Hampton, as was – now Hampton and Richmond Borough).

Imber Court holds a lot of fond memories for our family – it’s where we went on a regular basis to let off steam. I could cycle there safely with pals any time I wanted.

I watched Wimbledon champions in their early days there (venue for Junior qualifiers);, watched Chelsea train there for one pre-season (and grabbed a left behind sweaty shirt! Still have it – and yes, washed!).

Dad wasn’t much of a fan generally, but he joined me as we watched his friends and colleagues play, so a bonding time for the both of us.

My sister had her wedding reception there, and we had my mother’s funeral reception there earlier this year.

So your poem brought back some very touching personal memories, I thank you profusely for that.